Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sweden and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Fat Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erykah Badu,
MDC,
Can,
PIL,
OOIOO,
Pantaleimon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Clarke,
Amazonics,
The Names,
Adolescents,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed,
Lyres,
La Düsseldorf,
Smog,
Supertramp,
David Axelrod,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Colin Newman,
The Count Five,
Chrome,
Neil Young,
The Human League,
Intrusion,
China Crisis,
The Monks,
The Litter,
Thompson Twins,
ABBA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
Desert Stars,
Faraquet,
Outsiders,
A Certain Ratio,
Skarface,
Eddi Front,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare,
The Dead C,
The Moody Blues,
DNA,
Lower 48,
Soulsonic Force,
Ludus,
Stetsasonic,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skriet,
Camouflage,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lungfish,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.